As the sun rose, I drove down through the Galilee region, made my way to the Dead Sea and then cut west to arrive in Jerusalem mid-morning. After dropping the rental car off, I hopped a bus and arrived back where I started at the Abraham Hostel in West Jerusalem. I was given my room key and found that I was in the same room as before and in fact had the same bed! There is something that puts me at ease when I find a bit of familiarity in the midst of traveling a foreign country.
The Abraham Hostel is a fantastic hostel, heralded as one of the best in the world. People of all ages and countries stay there. There were church tour groups with seniors and young people in the midst of traveling the world, and everything in between.
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